Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Ah, so we’re blaming her for your faults,” Mason said.
William stopped and he watched as the other man’s shoulders slumped. “I … I didn’t mean to … hurt her.”
“Oh, you didn’t? Your behavior over the years is what killed her love for you. The cheating, the women, that was just a way for her to get out of the marriage.” Mason stepped up to the desk. “You will stop contacting Holly. Your marriage is over and if I find out you tried to contact her to tell her who I am and what I do, I will take matters into my own hands.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“I’m giving you a warning. You do not want to take me on, William. Trust me.”
“I know who you are. I know what you’re capable of. You expect me to sit back and let you ruin Holly? She doesn’t deserve that.”
“You’re right. She didn’t deserve for the man she had fallen in love with to ignore her. To cheat on her with all those other women. She doesn’t need to know that the same man who wouldn’t have kids with her already has three, that he doesn’t see. Unlike you, I know how precious Holly is and I’m not going to do anything foolish to risk losing her.”
William sneered. “How long have you been seeing her? It has to be longer than a couple of days.”
Mason smiled. “You’re right, today is officially a week since I met Holly. Your wife was a saint to you. She never once stepped out of line and trust me, I’ve checked. She loved you, she was loyal to you, and you lost her. You’re never going to get her back. Heed my warning, or try and take me on. You will lose.”
With that, Mason turned on his heel and left. Gary was on the elevator when he stepped inside.
“Did you do what you needed to?” Gary asked.
“How long does he have a job?” Mason asked.
“I don’t know. I believe the partners are giving him a limited time to reconcile with his wife. They liked Holly. She was nice. William was a bastard to her, often using her as the butt of his jokes. He didn’t realize the partners liked her and the fact she still wanted to work. They admired it.”
“William is never winning her back.”
“How do you know?”
“Because she’s mine, and I don’t share, nor do I give back to stupid fucks that don’t see what’s right in front of them.”
****
Holly was nervous.
When she found the red dress, put it on with matching shoes, found a nightclub, and danced, there had been no plan. She had simply reacted. She saw the dress, wanted it, and then wanted to dance.
This was different.
She wore a different dress, one that Mason had asked her to wear. This was a teal blue, it molded to her body like a second skin, stopping at just above her knee. It was tight against her breasts, pushing them up to make them look as if they had a mind of their own. Which was fine. It was all fine.
He asked her to come to his nightclub, which she had done. She had to approach the bouncer on the front door, give her name, and he allowed her in. Much to the annoyance of the men and women waiting to get inside.
Holly wasn’t used to being pushed to the front of the line. In her thirty years, it had happened once. The time with the red dress. She had pulled her hair down, no makeup, because she hated wearing the stuff. She had also changed her glasses for contacts. It was rare for her to wear her glasses. Normally she had contacts but sometimes her eyes got irritated by the lenses.
Swirling the olive in her drink, she knew the bartender kept staring at her. Actually, he kept staring at her chest. This was why she had enjoyed her dance, and then left. She wasn’t looking for a date. She wasn’t looking for any man.
The truth was, she shouldn’t have been here for Mason either. She rather enjoyed being single—not having to wait for someone to return home, eating what she wanted, rather than having to consider what her other half ate.
Mason was different, though. He enjoyed cheeseburgers just like her. He didn’t have an issue going for takeout, nor did he seem to mind her working at the library. There was a lot about Mason that was different from her ex, and she loved it. In fact, it was making her realize what she had accepted through her marriage, that she wouldn’t any longer.
“Hello, pretty lady,” Mason said, sliding into the stool next to her.
She rolled her eyes. “Hello.”
“What brings you to this nightclub?” he asked.
Holly chuckled but decided to play along. “I’m supposed to be meeting a guy here.”